This is a song about "Caelan mason"

But i got words of wisdom, paving this yellow brick road

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

But you'v got the face of a brick

Pepe le pew my music

In the lambo looking like a fly

Stack brick on top of brick, yeah laid my

I won't say i won't eat it if you chef it

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

So now i show you off to the block no fronting

Still listen to big

Your name flips to make "brick"

Labs creating a deadly disease the lucky number 3 freemason technicality

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see